My goodness!
Upon reaching home, putting down my stuff and changing, I logged on to my Yahoo mail and saw a reply from one of the jobs which I had applied for.
The job opening is for a translator. Inside, the person had included 3 files for the job appliacants to translate. Of which, the very first file consists of an interview with a singer, spanning FIVE pages!!
My head swam when I saw so many Chinese characters.
Now is the time to curse and swear.
Must he give us 3 documents to translate???! I am already swamped when I opened the first file. Isn't one file (with 5 full pages) enough?
I suspect that the person is trying to get away with people doing the translation for free.
I am not in a very good frame of mind now. I shall open the rest of the files tomorrow. My stomach is queasy after the bus ride home. Maybe I shouldn't have had read on the bus. Another reason may be that I ate too much at dinner.
Bah.
Anyway, to report on my performance at this evening's mini concert. I played quite alright, not as bad as I had feared. I was quite worried as my performance had gone from bad to worse during this week's morning practise.
To put it short, I was rather nervous, though not fearful or close to having a nervous breakdown. My anxiety wasn't as bad as those days in secondary school, whenever I had a dance performance the next day, I'd fret and lose sleep the night before. In addition, I would have the classic 'butterflies in my stomach' syndrome and would a nervous wreck.
Thank God that this was not the case for today's mini concert. It was just a small case of nerves.
Frankly, I was rather intimidated by the younger ones (who played SO MUCH better, in my opinion) and quite disappointed by my own ability when I listen to their playing and mentally compared our performances. Everyone just seem so good. While I am not even an amateur. Merely a struggling student.
Even though it was rather bad of me, but I was relieved when a few students made some mistakes while playing. That made them seem more human, to me. Thus, my fears lessened a little.
When it was my turn, I went through the first 2 pieces without any major bumps, just one or two small hiccups. It was during the last piece - Allegro, that some thing happened. I started a little badly. I asked the pianist for a re-start and completed the piece without much trouble.
All the while, throughout my performance, my hands were trembling. Especially my left. I can feel it quaking all the way, while changing from finger to finger. My right hand was shaking too, thus I tried to control it; for it is the one controlling the bow. I can't have my right hand shaking while playing th violin as it'd affect the music. I tried my best, but I did hear some quavering in the tone quality.
It was SUPER EMBARRASSING. For the parents of the students were all seated on my left. Thus, my trembling hands were so very clear to them. I am an adult, for goodness sake! And there I was, my hands shaking like a leaf.
Anyway, discounting that, it was an alright performance by yours truly.
Looking at and listening to the others, made me determined to play as well as them. It is such a steep climb, I am no sure if I can do it, but I'll do my utmost to play well, not to let my partner (the violin) down and bring out the best of us both.
I do not know if I am shortchanging myself, but I realize that there are some things, which are really difficult to grasp. Part of the reason may be that, with age, the learning ability deteriorates. Though the mind is fully capable of understanding the motions and manoeuvres, physically, the body is simply unable to execute movement. You know it, you understand the theory, but you just can't carry it out.
Do you understand what am I writing about?
I know, because I went through and am going through this. At times like these, I bemoan my ageing body and slowing learning ability. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak. Like Paul, I really want to beat and thrash my body into submission.
"Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air. No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize."
-1 Corinthians 9:26-27 (New International Version)